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More Than Meets the Eye #50 — The Midlife Crisis Cruise Comes to an End

Our issue begins on Earth— not Swearth, but honest-to-god Earth— where Optimus Prime and Jetfire are watching a broadcast. It’s not syndicated television like I Love Lucy or The Transformers (1984), however. No, this broadcast is coming from some of our favorite Lost Lighters, detailing their last will and testament.

Nautica wants to be buried on her home planet, and doesn’t give a hot gay fuck what they engrave on her sparkcase. Also she’s missing a good chunk of her face, but don’t worry about that too much.

Chromedome’s just happy that he’s dying WITH his husband this go around. I’m sure Brainstorm’s also thrilled to not have the “please please please stop stabbing yourself in the brain to avoid the pain of being a widower Jesus Christ we can’t keep doing this”.

Rewind takes the opportunity to poke Chromedome in the inferiority complex one last time, making his message out to Dominus Ambus. Our resident lovebirds want to “enter the after spark simultaneously”, though that seems more like something to address with whoever’s killing them.

Over on Cybertron, in Metroplex’s titties, it would seem this broadcast is VERY wideband, as Starscream and Scoop (we’ll go over whatever the fuck’s going on there in another post) witness Nightbeat’s will and testament, though considering Nightbeat’s technically undead, I’m not sure how much legal weight it holds. Having done the whole “dying” thing before, I’m sure he’s spent many a long, sleepless night thinking about how it would happen next time. Ikea Johnson wants a “Neoprimalist” funeral, where they preserve only the head. Interesting that Nightbeat's religious sect is the same as Flywheels, the Scavenger who only existed to be a stand-in for the word "fuck".

Over on Luna 1, Red Alert is convinced that Megatron is using his gun mode to threaten Nightbeat. Fort Max isn’t so sure.

Minimus shows off the most recent trick he’s learned, saying the word “fun” with only stuttering twice. He wants to be buried on the moon, next to all of Rodimus’s failed pregnancies, and wearing the skin of a man who’s been dead for thousands of years.

Whirl doesn’t want a funeral, though you’d think he’d at least want his corpse thrown in the general direction of the Wreckers’ base, where every member gets a slot in the Zone of Remembrance as part of the onboarding. I know he got kicked out, but being shot out of a rail gun at Debris sounds roughly his speed.

Rung only requests that, should he die in his vape pen form, that he be dismantled. He’s so committed to preventing underage smoking, and for that I commend him.

Rung’s request greatly disturbs the Scavengers, who seem to have forgone fixing the Krok-shaped hole in the wall and buying a couch more than two of them can sit on at a time, in order to afford a replacement TV, after Krok fastball-specialed a golden disc through the last one.

On another part of Cybertron, Windblade and Wheeljack watch Velocity state that she doesn’t regret a single thing that’s happened while she’s been a part of the Lost Light. To recap, in the few months Velocity’s been aboard: Thunderclash almost died of being too perfect, Velocity’s first boss ran off to go bang a billionaire with a sword collection, Swerve almost died from too much television, her second boss ran off to get roped into the Polycule Wars, Tailgate exploded, Rung was revealed to be practicing without a license by way of a weird gibbon with a ball gag and his serial killer boyfriend, and she became the only practicing medical professional aboard a ship of over 200, after failing to pass her medical exams ten times. Oh, and she wants to be recycled.

Optimus wants to go save them, thinking that there’s still time. However, the Lost Light isn’t responding, and it doesn’t actually matter anyhow— these recording were sent out weeks ago.

Looks like that’s a series wrap on Nautica, Chromedome, Rewind, Nightbeat, Minimus, Whirl, Rung, and Velocity! Let’s give ‘em a hand, folks!

Three weeks prior, on the planet of Miliarium, action is happening:

Being on your headset in the middle of a battle seems rather rude, but I suppose sacrifices to politeness have to be made, when one of your co-captains is effectively forbidden from stepping foot on any planet that’s aware of Cybertron’s existence, given that he, y’know, is the face of a cause that slaughtered billions over the course of millions of years.

(No, don’t ask Optimus how relations with Earth are going.)

Megatron, continuing to command from orbit, tells Whirl to go help Cyclonus and Crossblades with the Rust Giants’ longship, asking for no casualties. Which is sort of like asking a horse on cocaine to not freak out and kick someone in the head, if that horse also had guns tied to 30% of its body.

Rodimus asks Megatron if he’s enjoying himself, playing a pacifist run of a wartime strategy game with their lives, and Megatron says that he’s “rumbled��; which I’m not sure if I’m search-engining wrong, but I don’t know that even the British are saying that to mean they’re right chuffed or tallywackered about a situation, or whatever. Rodimus is suddenly faced with a Rust Giant that he doesn’t even come up to the knee of, but luckily we have a new superhero to save the day, by way of incredible violence.

Looks like we’re still workshopping the battle-cries.

Tailgate punched this guy so hard it cause a jump-cut to the post-battle celebration, where Rodimus shows off his multi-typefacial abilities, Megatron perpetrates his bigotry towards organics, the Cybertronians make galactic news for a not-awful reason for once, and Swerve is also here! For some reason! It looks like it’s gonna be all peaches and cream from here on, so long as we ignore the first three pages of this issue!

Hey, Cyclonus, you have to wait for him to call you, you're not an Autobot. Just because the little white guy you're Sufjan Stevens-level attached to is going, doesn't mean— Cyclonus, hey. Hey, Cyclonus. Cyclonus. Cycl—

Later, back on the Lost Light, class is in session. We finally get a look at those course Megatron’s been teaching, only briefly mentioned by Riptide in issue #29. The current course track is on the Knights of Cybertron, Megatron having assigned those in attendance to write essays tackling “pre-Functionist folklore and contested heritage”.

Today’s class consists of:

Minimus (old as balls, former high society)

Skids (the best at everything)

Brainstorm (literal genius)

Perceptor (slightly-less-literal genius)

Nautica (jack-of-all-trades brainiac and bibliophile)

Crosscut (former senator, current playwright, therefore probably has at least some sort of degree)

Nightbeat (nosy as fuck, loves to figure shit out)

Hound (former Primal Vanguard)

Thunderclash (perfect student, researcher, friend, confidante, and maybe even lover)

Grapple (not much to say here, other than he’s fucking jacked in IDW)

Xaaron (chief legal advisor for the Autobots)

And Riptide (created during the war and therefore has the least connection to Cybertron's folklore, canonically not a good test-taker)

Poor Riptide's grades don’t stand a snowball's chance in hell against his peers', but good on him for sticking with the classes regardless.

This essay was assigned to help students establish context for the Knights within a world where they have not existed for millions of years, having disappeared since they embarked on their quest to Cyberutopia; a world where information creep, the slow degradation of memory as time passes, has made them into mythological figures. Megatron posits that the only thing we really know about the Knights is that they failed to do what they set out to do, as the universe is not a peaceful place, himself arguably being exhibit A of that failure. Still, he intends to use this course to help the Lost Light’s crew understand the Knights to the best of their current, modernity-biased ability, prior to potentially meeting them. Considering that the Knights will be deciding Megatron’s fate, perhaps this is also for him to grapple with understanding his own end.

Anyway, let’s look at a plot device.

The last time we saw this symbol was during issue #46, both drawn by Grimlock on his walls, paired with the words “prepare confront repel”, and then on some mysterious fellows who were working with Krok’s nasty little friend Demus and someone called "The Grand Architect". However, the first time we saw it was with Skids in #21, after he went through Tyrest’s space bridge and talked to a giant technicolor ball of light.

Seeing this image kickstarts Skids’s memory, enough so that he interrupts class over it. Nautica has also seen this symbol, at an exhibit on Troja Major (a planet that Roberts will use as a dumping ground for many plot points in the sequel series to MTMTE) where it was claimed to be some sort of coat of arms. Thunderclash also knows this symbol, having seen it with his beautiful mind and kind heart in his visions, the same visions that were leading him to the Knights and allowing him to create a map to Cyberutopia. Nautica asks Skids to write out the symbol that he “heard” phonetically into her space phone, in a move that will prove HIGHLY useful later on. Perceptor adds in his two cents, showing off that he’s wearing the “feminine” nose-type today, stating that he had talked to one of the Circle of Light members back in Season 1, who had theorized that the Knights of Cybertron was either originally made up of OR broke down into clans, and that the symbol/map Rodimus and Thunderclash were drawing is merely connected to part of the Knights, and that there could be others floating around.

Nightbeat thinks that all this brainstorming (which hasn’t involved Brainstorm, oddly enough) is super cool and great, showing off his anime thumb in approval. When Minimus tries to give Megatron props for bringing everyone together to figure this out, he finds that Megatron is having some troubles, hunched over his podium as far as his fucked up old man toy articulation will allow. When Minimus approaches to see what’s wrong, he gets punched clear across the room for his troubles. Then this happens:

Look, I don’t care if 99.9% of the Cybertronian population can reclaim, you shouldn’t just limp your wrist at your first officer in the middle of class.

No, what Megatron is actually doing is pointing the fusion cannon he doesn’t have anymore, but had attached to his arm for roughly 4 million years, directly at Minimus’s tiny little skull. Quickly coming back to himself, Megatron is both horrified and mortified by what he’s done, offering nothing more but a quick apology before he dismisses the class and bolts, not even helping Minimus off of the floor.

The following day, Velocity’s paying a visit to Megatron’s room, which is STILL as barren as the most dire of single male living spaces. Velocity’s here because Megatron missed his appointment yesterday, after whatever happened in the classroom. Megatron reminds her that the weekly appointment is for him receiving his ration of “fool’s energon” which is meant to keep him in a weakened state, which arguably shouldn’t make it medicine in the traditional sense. Velocity reminds him that he nearly knocked Minimus Ambus’s (yeah, she uses his full name, guess she’s not been around long enough to get “just Minimus” privileges) block off, and that if Megatron had been at full strength, we might be dealing with a murder situation instead.

Though Minimus IS a load bearer, who regularly slings around a body three times his size, on top of weapons, so maybe not. Also, there’s an even smaller guy inside the first mustached guy, so honestly it’d probably be fine.

Does Velocity even know about the irreducible Minimus? Is that in his medical history? Does she even know that Ultra Magnus and Minimus Ambus are the same person? Because Megatron didn’t even know until they found that corpse on the quantum duplicate Lost Light, and Magnus was his lawyer for the trial as well as being his SIC. Really, what are the legal ramifications of Minimus having assumed the identity of a dead man, now that Tyrest isn’t there to keep up the charade and the secret is a bit more open? Does Minimus have legal claim to Magnus’s identity, or at least ownership of the armor? Can Minimus lay claim to any property he purchased as Magnus, or that the previous Magnuses had purchased prior to their deaths? Was Minimus legally declared dead prior to undertaking the role of Enforcer of the Tyrest Accord, if only to make things easier in terms of paperwork? Can Minimus sign off on things, and if so, does he use his own signature, or Magnus’s? If he signed something as Magnus, would any contract bearing it be rendered temporarily void whenever he’s not wearing his work pants? How much of Minimus’s existence makes him cry late into the night with how legally dubious it is? Does Delta Magnus know about Ultra Magnus being a skin suit? I feel like we don’t focus on how fucked up this whole situation is nearly enough.

Anyway, Velocity asks after Megatron’s medicine, probably because First Aid’s medical note-taking skills often get usurped by his need to write SpringerxReader fanfiction. She mentions that what they’ve been feeding Megatron over the last year have some side effects, which Megatron seems surprised by. Considering he’s felt sickly and crampy this whole time, the side effects are likely meant to be the intent of the medication.

Velocity then takes a gander at the dents Megatron put into his head when he had his little freakout, stating that “chemo-sedatives” can change one’s whole personality in extreme cases, as well as increased stress levels, as Megatron admits that the reason he crushed his head with his hands is that he heard voices screaming. However, Megatron doesn’t think stress caused such a thing.

To recap how the last year has gone for Megatron: he was forced to renounce the cause he had led for the last 4 million years, became co-captain of a fucking Carnival cruise ship, had 95% of his crew disappear from reality, found a bunch of corpses, got slapped in the face by Soundwave’s dad, had to lie to Rewind’s face to make him okay with killing himself so that everyone else might live, got shot as an infant, gaining anywhere from three-to-five fathers as a result, visited the most passive-aggressive garden in the galaxy, got stabbed in the chest and brained with a flat-screen television and then had to apologize for it, and was non-consensually hugged by a swarm of flesh-eating insects parading around in his SIC’s skin suit.

Velocity gets a call on her smart watch, Swerve on the other end demanding her presence at the medibay, seeing as she’s the only doctor on the ship now, and there are multiple people having a crisis.

Smash cut to Swerve, Cyclonus, Tailgate, Chromedome, Rewind, Rung, and Megatron standing on the bridge, their colors looking super fucked up and light bloomed out, because this is a 40-page issue with a shit-ton of detail and characters, so we’ve got three colorists, two artists, and an extra inker on for this one. They’re meeting with Rodimus, whose fingers have shrunk down to the size of shoestring potato fries, because Swerve, Tailgate, Rewind, Rung, and Megatron heard some sort of awful noise in their brains at the exact same time. Chromedome is here to support his husband, because he loves him so, so much, kissy-noise kissy-noise. Cyclonus is here mainly to clarify that he’s a badass who no one has ever heard cry, because emotional vulnerability and expressing pain are for pussies, unless you’re doing it by way of self-harming directly onto your face meat.

Only Tailgate and Rewind actually admit to what they heard, Tailgate hearing Cyclonus berate him for falling for Getaway’s tricks and Rewind hearing Dominus berate him for not doing enough to find him. I’d imagine both Rung and Swerve were hearing things relating to their professionalism, given that Rung fucking sucks at his job, and Swerve’s gonna fry the moment Ten gets a union sorted out. Megatron, is well, Megatron, so there’s a litany of awful things that he could have heard.

Rodimus has Blaster reveal that the ship received a signal at the exact same time that these people had their little brain event. Brainstorm hypothesizes that what happened was some sort of psychological assault, perhaps of Galactic Council origin, as a means of testing a new brain weapon. Magnus, who has been up on an upper level with a clipboard up to this point, notes that they could trace the signal. Mainframe informs him that they have, but the origin doesn’t seem to correspond to any known location in the navigation, and they’d have to physically go there to see what’s up. Which isn’t sketchy in the slightest.

Rodimus wants to load up on his big, beautiful Rodpod with everyone, so they can find who did this and make them stop. When Magnus questions if this is a wise course of action, Rodimus uses American grammar to trip up Magnus’s British-based spellcheck, so he gets to do whatever he wants. This is a trick he’s picked up since Drift left, as the old game of “pitting my people-pleaser hippy dippy boytoy and my no-nonsense stick-up-the-ass sentient rulebook against one another, so whatever I wanted to do from the start can seem like a pleasantly centralized option” doesn’t work very well when you replace the boytoy with a grumpy old man who tried to murder everything with a heartbeat.

Velocity wants to join the trip alongside Team Rodimus, but Mainframe has his reservations. I don’t blame him, considering she is, again, the only medical doctor currently on board this ship. He suggests she take along some personal protection, just in case.

…I mean, he’ll definitely make sure any bad guys who come her way will die horribly, if nothing else. Also, apparently the Rodpod's artificial gravity goes all the way around.

Nautica’s spent the last few weeks tricking out the Rodpod with a fancy schmancy new teleport drive, because Rodimus was annoying her to the point where if she didn’t give him what he was moaning about she might have had to kill him. Megatron is hesitant to use the drive, but after being informed that there are safety perimeters in place that’ll keep the ol’ Rodimus Podimus from teleporting inside a asteroid or whatever, he pulls the level and they end up in the dark.

No, not space dark, don’t be funny. That’s my job, and they don’t pay me for it, which should tell you how dire the situation is. This is a special sort of dark. The sort of dark that leads to panic and lethal levels of quipping. Rodimus cuts the lights on, but it does very little to offset the absolutely suffocating darkness outside. Rewind notes that there aren’t any stars, and Tailgate admits that he doesn’t know how space works. That’s alright Tailgate, neither do any of the people who draw or color this comic. You’re amongst (created by?) friends here.

The scanners reveal that there’s something 3000 miles in front of them. And behind them. And to the left, to the right, 12 o'clock, three o'clock, six o'clock, nine o'clock, rock around the clock tonight— that is to say, they’re surrounded by something the size of a planet. After disabling the safety protocols on the Rodimus Podimus, the gang find themselves on the surface of Necroworld, where the Necrobot Censere lives and operates his many plinths to the living and dead. Megatron isn’t exactly thrilled to be back here. Nightbeat on the other hand, is overdose on mystery, and he couldn’t be happier. Nobody’s sure what the fuck is going on. There’s no time to theorize, however, as half the gang just got blown sky high.

Everyone books it back to the Rodpod to escape the dozen attack craft coming after them, but there’s more trouble here— the teleport drive is dead. Which is weird, because they should have had enough juice to get to and from their little trip. When Rodimus tries to contact the Lost Light, there’s no response. They’re not responding. Megatron tells him that those are two different things, mirroring the same thing Optimus said about trying to contact the Lost Light after he and Jetfire viewed the will tapes. Everyone else is busy trying to figure out who the hell could be firing on them, all of them roughly coming to the same conclusion that Cybertronians as a whole aren’t terribly well liked, and the Lost Lighters have made a bit of a name (derogatory) for themselves, since they insulted the Galactic Council, caused the end of the 16-million year Stentarian war, and have ruined at least one bar with physical violence over home movies.

Rodimus tells Megatron to park the Rodpod at the Necrobot’s citadel, just in time for a missile to hit the ass-end of the shuttle, blowing off Magnus’s arm, shredding off roughly half of Nautica’s face, and giving Cyclonus an excuse to hold Tailgate in his arms. Everyone bolts to get inside, Nautica being carried by Skids so we can further solidify the straightest pairing in the series. Once they’re all inside, their attackers retreat, and we see where Censere’s gotten to in all this.

Let’s give him a hand, folks!

While Velocity looks over the body, Nightbeat deals with his personal Santa Claus being dead by way of trying to figure out what happened. Megatron, meanwhile, noticed that the craft that attacked them were of Decepticon design, and he tells Ravage to go check it out. Honestly, I doubt he was the only one to notice, given that all but three of the people on this trip were dealing with the Decepticons in some form or fashion all throughout the war, and could therefore identify the make of the crafts, if not the model, so I’m not sure what the deal is with this secrecy.

Brainstorm is brought over to Nightbeat to help solve this mystery, and he promptly identifies that some of Censere’s equipment is very similar to the stuff Tyrest used for the Aequitas trials, likely used to figure out what sparkflowers to plant where. Rewind, having popped on his sparkliest nipple pasties on, because he hates Censere and wants to get glitter all over his house, asks the boys to scootch on over so he can try to call the Lost Light. Nightbeat thinks that Censere tried to sabotage a signal someone else had sent in an attempt to lure Team Rodimus (and friends) to the planet, and that resulted in the brain attack that had happened earlier in the day. Unfortunately, Censere didn’t spend any time with Rodimus the last time the Lost Light visited, so he didn’t get a taste of the ridiculous way Rodimus likes to live his life, and why the psychic attack wouldn’t work.

Rewind gets the phone working, calling Rodimus over to get on the horn. Magnus stands in the background, showing off his grievous amputation. After a bit of fiddling with the settings on their end, the Lost Light makes official contact with Team Rodimus.

Getaway, last we saw him, was very much in prison, but Rodimus isn’t going to focus on that niggling little detail right now, as he asks for the Lost Light to swing by to pick up the team so they don’t all die. Getaway sort of DOES want to focus on that detail, however, as he very much didn’t appreciate being fetish fuel throughout the holiday season, and, despite his name, didn’t actually escape that setup. No, Getaway had help.

Man, guess Megatron should’ve reconsidered failing Riptide on his essay.

Speaking of Megatron, he walks up about now to see what all the hubbub’s about. Rodimus, looking like he’s about to cry, realizes that Mainframe lied to them about not being able to track the signal. Getaway gives him points for getting that right, but really, he wants to drive home the point that the entirety of the crew wanted Megatron’s little pals off the ship. And that’s what it’s really about, at the end of the day. Getaway hates that high command gave Megatron a party cruise to live out his last days on, last days that might not even happen, with the track record of this goddamned quest. He’s sick of Rodimus and pals acting like this whole arrangement isn’t an affront to every single life that’s been snuffed out because of Megatron’s actions.

Everyone other than Whirl seems pretty bummed out by these accusations. Swerve pipes up, enraged that he’s been doomed to die alongside everyone else— he doesn’t even LIKE Megatron. Getaway reveals that at some point or another, he and Atomizer (the interior designer turned bowman, you’ll recall) approached every single crew member and asked if they thought Megatron deserved to have a second chance and also, completely unrelated, but what would you do in the event of a coup? Anyone who didn’t provide a desirable answer got visited by the nudge gun fairy— that gun that can fire thought into your brain, or just erase memories if fired dry. The collection of headaches main cast have been experiencing over the last several issues? The side effect of being shot. Skids especially does not like this reveal.

Of course, Getaway isn’t just upset with Megatron’s leadership— he’s also mad as hell what’s supposed to be a trip to find their ancestors, who will guide them back onto the straight and narrow, has, in actuality, been Rodimus’s midlife crisis road trip. Getaway wasn’t even here for Rodimus and Drift’s ass-slapping contests and insulting galactic officials who want the Cybertronians dead, but he didn’t need to be. He took one look at the Rodpod and decided he needed to kill Rodimus right then and there.

Rodimus, at this point, remembers the list Atomizer had offered him back during the trial. Magnus, biting his lip at the idea of a list existing, asks what that’s all about, and Rodimus explains. Getaway really was hoping that Rodimus would take the bait, so he could’ve blackmailed Rodimus into stepping down and letting literally anyone else take over. Probably Magnus, at that point in the timeline, given that he hadn’t gotten buddy-buddy with Megatron yet at that point. Unless Getaway considers acting as someone’s lawyer under order of the space pope as being too close to an individual.

Getaway decides that this conversation has reached its natural conclusion, as he’s got questing to get done, and it should be moving at a pretty even clip now, since he’s excised all the distractions. Rodimus swears to come after him, but Getaway doubts it’ll happen, given what’s happening next.

While this debacle has been happening, Ravage has been busy searching a crash site, trying to uncover the identity of who the hell’s decided to attack them. Tarn commits a microagression at him, before firing his twin fusion cannons.

The call ends, Getaway cutting off the comm to all contact.

Ravage shows back up at this point, to give everyone the bad news.

Nightbeat, honey, the tragedy is in the opposite direction.

Now, that’s technically the finale of the main story, but there’s a little bonus comic attached to the end, acting as a sort of sideways epilogue to hint at what Getaway and his merry band of mutineers will be getting up to, since we aren’t seeing them again for a bit.

Our little backup strip begins right before the original launch of the Lost Light, where we see some guys we haven’t seen the 2012 Annual issue. Shock and Ore wander around what will one day become Swerve’s, Shock convinced that this ship is actually the ship they lost 5 million years prior, the Unitrex-1. Ore isn’t so sure, but as the readers, we saw the exact moment that Unitrex-1 disappeared in issue #38, after Rodimus forgot to wash his hands while putting the quantum engine together. Shock, wanting to prove that he’s right, fumbles around in the dark, looking for the graffiti he carved into the underside of a table. Ore gets a call on his space Blackberry while he’s doing this, and we finally get the other half of that call Prowl made in issue #1, after he failed to get Chromedome to stay on Cybertron. The Duobots have 20 minutes to get Overlord’s massive, lippy ass on the ship. Knowing that that isn’t a ton of time, the two quickly book it out of the bar, leaving the spectral form of Skids to look really bummed out.

Later, at Swerve’s grand (secret) opening, we see some more old faces.

Whoa now, Drift, you’re not supposed to be back until next issue!

Pipes thinks he’s been cursed to not have friends, since Hubcap is still at his dead-end job with the Wreckers, and Riptide was too busy being in a coma to come say goodbye. How rude!

Drift doesn’t seem to particularly want Pipes around more than necessary, pushing him to be friends with Rewind, who he describes as having kind eyes. Whether Drift is doing this to keep Pipes safe from overhearing any Overlord-related secrets, keeping his ass-slapping and sexually-tense sword training time with Rodimus safe, or just because he finds Pipes to be mildly annoying isn’t clear. Pipes, however, is looking for more than friendship— he’s looking to bone down.

Pipes’s ideal partner is wide as they are tall, with tits to match and at least one alt-mode that he can use as a yacht. Drift tells him he can introduce him to Tailgate, though something tells me Pipes isn’t really Tailgate’s type, given that he can actually say what he means and doesn’t have some fucked-up facial situation.

It’s really too bad that Pipes died, because I bet he would have loved Nautica, and he would have REALLY loved Nickel.

Later still, we see all of our doctors together— even Ambulon is there! In one piece, even! Ambulon wants to tell First Aid something, and First Aid automatically tries to make it a cosmetic thing, because of COURSE Ambulon would be insecure about his bad skin, and what he really needs is a better cleanser. What Ambulon actually wants to talk about, though, is his alt mode, and the fact that the puns involved with being part of a Combiner make him want to die. First Aid understands, but Swerve, known menace to society, might not be so compassionate, as he throws a grenade into the back of Ambulon’s head, triggering his transformation. Ambulon is mortified, and Swerve does the thing that Ambulon literally just said he hates. First Aid continues to rip flakes of paint off of Ambulon, as the specter of Velocity watches, looking pretty bummed about the fact that she never got to be part of banter like this.

Later on than that, Rewind and a wheelchair-bound Rung are in the currently-empty Swerve’s, as Rewind calls Chromedome to gather up one of the groups for those storytelling circles Rewind organized to try to fix Rung’s brain. He hangs up, then tells Rung that once his brain works again, they’re going to have a goddamned chat about Dominus Ambus, which is only mildly hampered in its threat by the fact that Rewind standing is barely the same height as Rung sitting down.

Rewind then gets to work writing out the story map for when the “Shadowplay” group gets there, as the specter of Chromedome reaches out longingly for the dead version of his husband. He laments that this Rewind died without closure, but the ghostly specter of Rung reminds him that there are rules to this, and they have to leave now. Not sure why Rung’s here to watch himself be threatened by Pipsqueak McGee. Is he actually doing his job for once, helping guide someone through their grief? I doubt it, since Chromedome isn’t a hottie bo-body like Skids, and his problems haven’t (directly, at least) caused the sort of trouble that make entire star systems hate you like Megatron.

Later, during the Overlord disaster, Perceptor sprints into Swerve’s, shouting for a medic, as the rest of the battered and beaten watch. Hoist, himself hooked up to the wall by some sort of cable, while wearing his extra-special Rodimus Star, offers to help, though he’s technically an engineer, and whatever he’s gonna do probably won’t have any consideration for the soul or ability to feel pain. Perceptor was using Tripodeca— sweet, beloved, friend to all, who was the star of the post-Overlord mass funeral Tripodeca— as a, uh, tripod for his rifle, when Overlord probably noticed that the ol’ science sniper looked sort of familiar and did a lil’ grabbing with his big nasty hands. Hoist asks if Perceptor is going to stop Overlord, and considering how things went the last time Overlord was the star of the show, I doubt Perceptor thought he was gonna get lucky twice in terms of survival, especially when Overlord is riGHT BEHIND HIM OH GOD LORDY JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH

How Perceptor survived this isn't clear, but we know he did, as he continued to show up in the story past issue #15 in a decidedly alive, non-paste form. His specter watches this scene unfold, expression unreadable.

Post-Luna 1, Swerve stands in his ruined bar dejectedly, when he realizes that quite a few people have shown up to help him clean up the mess, as long as he promises to reward their hard work with reopening once it’s done. As everyone works to get things back in order, Swerve tells them to keep an eye out for a non-trashed Legislator that he could use as a bouncer, once he fucks around with its head enough to make it do what he wants. Ten’s specter watches as his shitty boss and arguable father is gifted the body that would become him, making a note to get his union going with a bit more urgency.

Later, on the day of the “Fuck Off Megatron 2-for-1 Drink Deal”, Crosscut lead Riptide, Mirage, and Nautica on a tour of the ship. Mirage notes that Swerve’s is a bit of a dive, not suited to his refined tastes in the slightest. In a booth, Getaway and Atomizer have boxed Mainframe in on either side to have a little chat. Swerve and Bluestreak talk television, Bluestreak making a little jab at MTMTE’s second season not being quite as well-received by fans as the first. Over at the bar, Highbrow and Perceptor talk about Quark, while Brainstorm watches while having his briefcase, which he is NOT supposed to have in here.

Crosscut goes on about this bar being where all things happen and where bittersweet is the most often-felt emotion, then calls Trailcutter/blazer an alcoholic as he dances on the ceiling. The specters of just about everyone on the ship watch their fallen friend, enjoying the moment and missing him terribly, as Perceptor brings them back to the here and now of the story, which turns out to be just after the holiday special, judging by the Christmas lights.

Minimus asks if this is safe, and Perceptor says that it is, as nobody can actually interact with the past, because Brainstorm is the only one who’s ever actually perfected that tech, not that this isn’t his fault either. It turns out that when you try to fly against the stream of time as it naturally occurs, you tear a few thousand itty bitty holes on the way to perfecting the process. Perceptor’s found a way to let others view the past, at least for a little while. Minimus is fine with it, as long as everyone continues to behave, and it seems like they are, as everyone mingles in Swerve’s.

The two of them sit down, Megatron handing Minimus what I’m sure is a mocktail, and Perceptor explains that while the window into the past is closing for now, it may open back up in the future. When Rodimus asks when that might be, he then immediately decides that he doesn’t want to know, instead wanting to have a fun little surprise for later. They don’t get very many of those, fun surprises.

As everyone toasts to the dead and to future adventures, the specter of Getaway watches on, smug as hell.

That’s the end of “No Guns, No Swords, No Briefcases” but that is STILL not the end of the issue! It never ends, this thing! Because the number 50 is very big and impressive, obviously this is a double-sized spectacular, and has to cap off with a note from the man himself— James Roberts.

And then after that we get a new notes from fans, but this is already obscenely long and I think I can show you the crux of what they’re all saying right here: MTMTE (2012) is fucking good. It’s a good series. Make your goddamn family, friends, coworkers, librarians, and goldfish read it. Share it with people you’ve never met. Get a long-term personal project out of it. Get long-term friends out of it. Get a long-term romantic partner out of it. If I can do it, so can you!

#transformers #MTMTE #issue 50 #maccadam #hannzreads #text post #long post #comic script writing #overthinking about robots #incoming analysis

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lenoraah · 1 year ago

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𝘵𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯

pairing - frederik vesti x reader

summary - headcannons about Frederik and reader for Christmas

a/n - I’m so excited, this is my first request!! i hope that it’s somewhat what you wanted :)

★ ☆ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

~i love Christmas; the holidays, the lights, the music, the food and the present exchange

~i don’t think we can forget that pretty boy is Danish and Denmark is cOLd

~i like to think that either the two of you would go back to his hometown in Denmark or your hometown

~sitting by the fire, drinking hot chocolate, giving each other gifts

~i like to think that the two of you would go on adventures too

~like skiing, taking hikes and helping each other step over icy patches of snow, going for runs

~or if you’re more of an indoor person

~maybe sharing good books, baking or trying to make Christmas dinner for each other’s family

~okay maybe that isn’t the best idea but it would be fun

~getting each other presents would be fun

~i can see those cute stores lined up against each other with the little homemade stuff in the windows with the aesthetic lighting

~a tradition would be that the two of you shopped for each other at any cute little store that you passed

~for Frederik maybe it’s when he’s traveling for a race with the team

~maybe on his way to the hotel from the circuit, a cute little store with homemade pieces of jewelry

~like a ring with a rose quartz rose in the center or a twine threaded bracelet with a couple charms

~or a teddy bear with from patches or a jacket that he found at a used clothing store

~there are so many possibilities

~also maybe there are new things that you would try

~like stringing popcorn, making ornaments or DECORATING GINGERBREAD HOUSES

~this would be so fun

~i think it would be hard to keep Frederik out of the candy

~and maybe the other way around too

~there would definitely be some screw-ups and things that you two would change to be your own

~like how the roof would possibly turn into the front lawn for your gumdrop dog

~anyhow, Christmas and the holidays would be awesome and just overall a time for the two of you lovebirds to celebrate

#frederik vesti x reader #frederik vesti imagine #frederik vesti #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 imagine #f1 x y/n #f1 x female reader #f1 mercedes #mercedes amg petronas #mercedes f1 #mercedes amg f1 #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #original post #original writing

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pico-digital-studios · 5 months ago

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Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: Tails of Trials Epilogue

After THE END was successfully banished and a successful delivery back home was made, OMT!Tails woke up in his Blur HQ room, feeling a bit dizzy.

OMT!Tails: Ow... My head...

CR!Sonic: Hey, bro? You alright?

He got up, seeing OMT!Mina and CR!Sonic with him.

OMT!Tails: G-Guys? What... happened? The last thing I remember was blacking out after using the Gaia Control in Sonic Prime's place. Did we... win?

OMT!Mina: Of course! You got rid of THE END for good, the walls between dimensions have been shattered, and our Prime counterparts successfully made it back home.

OMT!Tails: Does that mean Sonic...?

CR!Sonic: Yeah. He pushed himself to the very limit to get you back here before it was time for him to depart. He regretted not being able to say goodbye to you in person, but left a message on your handheld for when you're ready.

OMT!Tails: I'm... I'm really happy we were able to save the day, guys. And most importantly, we did it together.

OMT!Mina: Heh, we sure did.

CR!Sonic: Well, I'm gonna leave you two to it. I'll just be downstairs with the others if you need me!

He headed down via the platform to let Tails and Mina have their own time together.

OMT!Mina: You know, Tails, it was truly selfless of you to pull off what you did. You could've let Sonic Prime do the job, but you decided to take his place in setting off that Gaia Control ability. Why?

OMT!Tails: Well, he is Sonic Prime, after all. Even if the whole Earth-Prime Theory is incorrect, I didn't wanna risk his friends losing him. He's still got many adventures to continue going on out there, you know.

OMT!Mina: Heh, yeah. Can't blame you for that one. It must've been crazy going through five interdimensional journeys back-to-back, huh?

OMT!Tails: Yep. And so far, it's been the best experience I've ever had! I mean, I've met all you guys, took on some of the multiverse's best and worst, and even fought off a cosmic entity that could've wiped us all out! AND I got to meet so many more heroes along the way!

OMT!Mina: Heh, yeah. Honestly, the whole thing's done a lot of good for me as well. It was nice to see that I'm not alone in the superhero career. Plus, I met you!

OMT!Tails: Hehe, yeah!

Nine: Oh, come on, Needlemouse! That's the sixth one you've smashed now!

Mr. Needlemouse: Sorry not sorry! Haha!

OMT!Tails: And we got the craziest ragtag team of heroes in the whole multiverse.

OMT!Mina: Plus the Quill Society, too!

OMT!Tails: Hehe, yeah! Yeah...

OMT!Tails blushed a little.

OMT!Mina: Something on your mind, Tails?

OMT!Tails: You... weren't jealous of me being around Nicole back at the HQ before, were you?

OMT!Mina: Honestly? Only a little. It didn't help that LM!Sonic was in a bad mood with me before for violating his "rules".

OMT!Tails: Yeah. Who needs canon events and unbridled misery just to be a hero, anyhow?

OMT!Mina: Mhm. I'm glad a good majority of the guys we've met just needed their will to do good to be a hero. I'm sure your Sonic would be really proud of you for pulling off being a selfless hero.

OMT!Tails: Hehe, thanks! I'm sure your best friends would've been proud of you as well. You've come a long way too, Mina. You know, does this mean we're... best friends now?

OMT!Mina blushed shyly, before giving OMT!Tails a big kiss, finally going through with her feelings for the guy.

OMT!Tails: Hehe!

OMT!Mina: Heh, sorry. I knew I had to jump on it at some point. I love you so much, Tails, and I mean it.

OMT!Tails: Heh, I love you too, Mina. I couldn't imagine anyone better in the multiverse, honestly.

They smiled to each other while snuggling, their moment broken by D-Mighty coming up.

D-Sides Mighty: Hey, guys?

OMT!Tails: Oh! Hey, Mighty!

D-Mighty: Sorry to interrupt you two lovebirds, but we got a couple of people having come into the HQ by accident. And there's someone back out in Emerald Town who wanted to see you, Mina.

OMT!Mina: On the way!

She headed off.

OMT!Tails: So, who wound up in the HQ?

D-Mighty: A couple of people who might be good allies for our Gang.

They headed to the multiversal transport area to see who had shown up. And as it happened, the ones who had shown up were Emi Leafy the Anipien (@bluebun69) and Kinoko the Kuparkuke (@cultofgalaxy), the latter accompanied by a couple of Starsprites.

Kinoko: E-arth? Is that how you pronounce it?

Nitro: Well, a little off, but I'm sure you'll get the hang of it soon enough!

Kinoko: You think so?

Nitro: Of course!

Nitro gently head patted Kinoko, who giggled sweetly in response.

Emi: So this is your base of sorts?

Antho: Yep! It's got all sorts of stuff around! A living room, super-cool tech that this world's Tails and Nine did, on-site training, personalised dorms, a garden by the sea...

Emi: Man... This reminds me of my mansion. This is already making me feel at home.

Trip: I'm happy you already feel welcome here, Miss Emi.

Emi: Thank you so much.

OMT!Tails: Hey, guys!

CR!Sonic: Oh, hey, Tails! Just in time to see two guests that wound up here.

OMT!Tails: Hey, you two! My name's Tails.

Emi: Heh, I know. I'm Emi Leafy, ally of the Xook rebels and royal guard in training.

Kinoko: Oh! And I'm Kinoko, guardian of the stars in the Milky Way galaxy.

OMT!Tails: Lovely to meet you both! How did you get here, anyway?

Emi: Some strange portal opened up when I was taking some time out, so I figured it warranted investigating.

Kinoko: Honestly? Same with me. My ship ended up crashed in a nearby field because of it.

OMT!Tails: (Could this be because of us stopping THE END? "Tearing down the wall between dimensions...?")

Emi: You okay?

OMT!Tails: Oh! Yeah, yeah. Just lost in thought for a second. I guess your presence must be because of the last adventure me and my friends went through.

Kinoko: Oh? You go on adventures, too?

OMT!Tails: Yep. We go through all sorts of locations and face many different foes. A bumbling trio of robots, alien invaders, mad scientists, an evil version of my best friend...

Emi: You've sure been through a lot. Is your Sonic here, by any chance?

OMT!Tails: Well...

CR!Sonic: He passed away before I met him, and he's been inheriting the guy's mantle ever since.

Emi: Ah, I see! I've heard quite a bit about your journeys, and I'm really impressed you got to the level you have in around a year.

OMT!Tails: Hehe, thanks!

D-Mighty: So, want one of us to give you a tour?

Emi: That'd be lovely. Thank you!

Antho: Allow me to help, Emi.

Emi: I'm honoured.

Emi and Antho headed off as Kinoko watched.

Kinoko: So you're all aliens in your own ways?

OMT!Tails: Heh, in a way.

Later, OMT!Tails and Kinoko were outside in the garden with their favourite delicacies (Tails's being a cheeseburger and Kinoko's being a Milky Way milkshake).

Kinoko: Wanna have a try?

OMT!Tails: Sure!

Tails took a sip.

OMT!Tails: Mmm! This is delicious!

Kinoko: It sure is! It's often available in the Star Lounge back in my universe's Starlight City.

OMT!Tails: Sounds great! So... What is your life like back at your dimension?

Kinoko: Well, I simply voyage the stars and discover whatever new things I can find. Growing up on my planet, I didn't really have a lot of friends. Most of the population thought my big ears were weird.

OMT!Tails: Yeah, I understand how you feel from experience. My double tails were considered weird by the bullies I used to put up with.

Kinoko: It's why I've found voyaging to other worlds more fun. I've always had a fascination with the strange and mysterious out there. As it happens, in the outer galaxy and this "multiverse", when everything is weird, nothing is truly weird.

OMT!Tails: Heh, yeah. Above all else, there's also the comfort in that you're never truly alone in this. Plus, I think the ears are actually pretty cool!

Kinoko (a little shocked): R-Really?

He wrapped his ears around himself shyly, still not used to people complimenting them.

OMT!Tails: Heh, yeah. It makes you stand out as a great kid!

Kinoko: Hehe, thank you. So, is it really true that your last outing was what opened access to my galaxy?

They looked out at the stars.

OMT!Tails: I imagine so. They said something about "shattering the wall between dimensions", so it means people can come to and from my world and others even more now. Also means there's a lot more out there for us to discover. I'm not sure what other guys are gonna be coming to try and destroy us, but whoever and whatever tries to attack this world next, we'll be ready! Right, partner?

Kinoko: You bet!

They shared a fist-bump, followed by a little hug, as Kinoko's present Starsprites joined in.

OMT!Tails: Heh. These little fellas are just as cute as the Chao!

Kinoko: Hehe, yeah! They're so much fun to be around! Even if their numbers had dwindled as a result of Galaxy's disappearance. That's why it's been my job to stop the Blackhole guy and save the galaxy. Honestly, that thing really gives me the creeps...

OMT!Tails: I've faced a scary monster like that, too, but I know that whoever this "Blackhole" is, they can't truly win against you. You just keep strong and brave, and I'm sure you'll find a way to stop him!

Kinoko: Thank you, Tails. I really appreciate the motivation boost.

OMT!Tails: Anytime, Kinoko!

They smiled to each other as OMT!Mina arrived.

OMT!Mina: Yo, Tails!

OMT!Tails: Yeah?

OMT!Mina: Got the handheld for you with the message.

She switched it on.

Sonic Prime: Hey, Tails! You got knocked out pretty badly after you banished that cosmic creep to an empty dimension. I wish I could've said goodbye after I dropped you off at your base, so Mina suggested I record a message for you instead. I know I could've made the move to save the multiverse myself, but I'm really surprised that you took the motive for me. I do hope you're doing alright and that your body's still stable.

OMT!Tails and Kinoko watched the recording alongside the Starsprites and OMT!Mina.

Sonic Prime: I can tell you had been through so much before we first crossed paths, AND been on a lot of adventures of your own. With the multiverse wide open, I can tell there's endless possibilities just waiting for you out there. I just want you to know, little bro, you've done so many universes a solid from your selfless acts. You really are the best of the best. Never forget that, little buddy.

OMT!Tails shed some tears of joy from hearing the original Sonic say that.

Sonic Prime: I'm not sure when I'm next gonna get to visit your world, but I sure hope it'll be more chilled when I do! Stay way past cool, Tails, and I'll see you next time!

The video ended as OMT!Mina rubbed OMT!Tails's shoulder.

OMT!Tails: I... I can't believe it.

OMT!Mina: Heh, me neither. I honestly shed some tears myself hearing him say those things. You've done the whole multiverse proud in just one year. That's definitely one of the biggest accomplishments you could ever make.

OMT!Tails: Heh, y-yeah.

OMT!Cream came by with her Cheese, OMT!Knuckles and OMT!Amy.

OMT!Cream: So, how do you feel after all of this, Tails?

OMT!Tails: I honestly feel complete knowing I did everyone proud. I never thought I could pull it off.

OMT!Knuckles: So, what next for you now that you achieved your goal of saving the entire multiverse from destruction?

OMT!Tails: I imagine go out on more adventures across the cosmos whenever I can. I'm still gonna attend school to ensure I can spend time with my local friends, too.

OMT!Mina: Good call, Tails.

OMT!Amy: Yeah. Even a hero's gotta have some time out every now and then.

Kinoko: What about me and Miss Emi? I mean, we wound up here by accident, so... maybe we could join you guys in universal voyages?

OMT!Tails: Heh, I don't see why not!

Kinoko: Yippee! This is going to be fun to tell my friends back in my dimension.

OMT!Tails: Heh, glad to hear it! You're more than welcome to tag along in our adventures whenever you'd like.

Kinoko: Sweet!

Their conversation continued into the night. OMT!Tails had well and truly completed his goal of being the selfless hero his universe deserved, and he made a whole multiverse proud of his accomplishments in the process. There was definitely more adventure to go on, and a new day always brings new adventure for a hero.

For now, though, rest easy, heroes.

THE END

...

"So, the cracks leading to outside the worlds of that blue rodent have been opened, have they? All the more reason to finally put my revenge plan into motion. ... Hmm? You don't recognise me just from speaking alone? Well, let me recap some stuff for you..."

"You may well remember me as "Greedy", the emperor who attempted to take control of the Valdi System of galaxies, at least until that star-faced child came and ruined my plans. Me and my cronies, Inonis and Uranim, managed to escape the destruction of my fortress, but have been stranded on an uncharted planet for years.

But now? The time has come for Kaiser Greedy to take his revenge! With this knowledge of the multiverse now in my grasp, I now have knowledge of even MORE worlds to conquer. It'll only be a matter of time before I can regather the resources needed to rebuild my fortress and begin my conquest anew.

I've already heard enough about that fox child who banished a cosmic creature to parts unknown and ended its threat. However, since that technique is one-use, I already know just what to expect of you. I'll be coming for you soon enough, "Tails". See you next time! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

To be continued... in the Expanded Quest!

#sonic exe #sonic the hedgehog #spider verse #sth #sonic #sonic fandom #sth au #sonic au #spider man #naturagenso #kinoko and the cult of galaxy #kinoko the kuparkuke

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roseaesynstylae · 2 years ago

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Tropes Applying to Kid/Camie

I don't care how little attention my posts about this ship might get, I'm going to keeping typing them out. (Note: I have no idea how to link stuff yet, so I'm just going to do a regular list.) These are all from TV Tropes.

General Love Tropes

After Action Patch-up: Well, given how often Kid challenges people much stronger than him (Kaido, Big Mom, Shanks), this is probably something that happens semi-regularly.

Anger Born of Worry: ...It's Kid. Do you think he actually has a healthy way of expressing concern (for anyone who isn't Killer, anyhow)?

Beach Kiss: It's either that or a Ship Kiss.

Bridal Carry: It's the easiest way to carry a mermaid.

Crazy Jealous Guy: Let's face, Kid's the guy who gets jealous easily. It's more the "suspicious of other men" than the "possessive of the girl" sort.

Even Evil Has Loved Ones: I like Kid, but I can't deny that he's a nasty bastard. One thing that can't be denied, however, is that he cares about his crew a lot. Once Camie gets his trust, he'll go through Hell for her.

Everyone Can See It: Killer, Pappagu, Hatchan, the rest of the Kid Pirates, Law, even Luffy... When Luffy sees it, you are officially GODDAMN OBVIOUS.

I "Uh" You Too: Because Kid.

Leave the Two Lovebirds Alone: Do you really think that anyone wants to either invoke Kid's wrath or, um, see too much?

Love Redeems: Possibly subverted or played with. Camie's presence might soften her boyfriend a bit, but he'd most likely stay the violent psycho we all love and enjoy.

Moment Killer: It'll be Luffy. It has to be Luffy.

Nobody Thinks It Will Work: These two are so different. The people around them would likely conclude that this will end in some kind of violence, most likely towards innocent bystanders at Kid's hands.

Oblivious to Love: Camie. Granted, I suspect Kid's a moron in this department as well.

Rescue Romance: Subverted in canon, given that Kid chose to leave the auction house rather than do anything to help (admittedly, there was a Celestial Dragon and he probably didn't want to get an Admiral or two after him at that stage in his career) in canon. However, the most likely way for them to meet again is the Little-Mermaid-style. (The equation, if anyone's curious, is Mermaid + Devil Fruit user + near-drowning = excellent grounds for romance.)

Romantic Candlelit Dinner: More of a parody, really. I imagine Kid threatens restaurants into ensuring a nice evening for his date.

She is Not My Girlfriend: At first, this would be Kid's attitude towards Camie. Law loves teasing him about it.

Underwater Kiss: The "sharing of air" variety.

What Does She See in Him?: Camie's friends have some questions about Kid.

Attraction Tropes

All Girls Want Bad Boys: Most likely subverted. Canonically, Camie seems to have a crush on Hatchan, who's pretty nice once he stopped working for Arlong. If she and Kid became a thing, it would probably be his better traits she's attracted to.

Index of Romantic Couples

Beast and Beauty: Not a conventional take on the trope, I'll say. In this case, it's the non-human character who's the nice and sweet one, and the human character who's violent.

Huge Guy, Tiny Girl: They'd probably look like this at first glance, but it wouldn't actually be true. I check the wiki; Camie is only four inches shorter than Kid. They would just appear to have a bigger height difference when Camie is in the water.

Interspecies Romance: Well, yeah.

Odd Couple: Is there anything to say?

Opposites Attract: Actually, there is! One is a violent, brutal, and unpleasant pirate with a large body count, the other is a sweet and capture-prone waitress/aspiring fashion designer who often pulls weird faces.

Pitbull Dates Puppy: Pitbulls are really nice dogs if they're trained correctly, but I digress. As I noted above, Kid is hyper-violent and Camie is really nice.

Love Interests

Dark Mistress: Probably downplayed. Camie would be the girlfriend of a violent, at his best only quasi-heroic, pirate, but she'd likely avoid certain stereotypes about the role.

Heroes Want Redheads: Gender-inverted. Camie's a nice, well-meaning young woman in love with a red-headed nutjob.

Morality Pet: Camie would probably be the only person outside of his crew Kid would give a damn about.

Shipping Tropes

Angel/Devil Shipping: See Pitbull Dates Puppy above.

Crack Pairing/Ships That Pass in the Night: I'm not sure which one this fits more. On one hand, it's a pretty weird pairing. On the other, they did very briefly take notice -- well, Kid took notice -- in Sabaody. I guess it's up to interpretation.

Shipper on Deck: Killer, Pappagu, Hatchan, the rest of the Kid Pirates...

#one piece #eustass kid #camie one piece #metal mermaid #eustass kid x camie

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wispisstillverybored67 · 11 months ago

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All Star Apologies

"A body has been discovered!! Now then, after a certain amount of time has passed, the class trial will begin!"

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This search has been nothing but a waste of time.

So a bit of base for this. Out of all of us, 1 of us has apparently died. I refuse to say whom at the moment. And this asshole bear thing had recently announced a motive; there will be an obscene number of lire waiting towards any one of us that manages to kill, and escapes freely. Naturally, this created something of a schism between us among us in La Squandra di Esecuzione, the professional hitman team to the boss, the ones with the shitty payment from said boss, and La Unita Speciale per Boss, said boss’s personal guard. Nero has chosen to keep quiet about this fight, while Doppio explicitly said that he won’t take sides on this, with what the woman he loves on the other side as well. So us hitmen (and the little one) decided to go look for the body as someone disappeared. Because wherever he, whoever he is, did the crime shouldn't be that far, right? Who's he? Oh, no one in particular. But I am the only woman in this group, so everyone else is a man. Hehehe...

After about half a day of searching, we all just gave up. And by "we", I mean me, Melone, Illuso, Doppio, and perhaps Nero himself. Well, Nero says that he won't stop the search, and chided us for giving up, but a: his tone is just dripping with weariness, and b: he "excused himself" in the bathroom, and won't get out (I heard faint crying noises too so he's not helping his case). So our group is heading back to our rooms. Actually, I think the others should be heading soon enough, it's almost time to check in. 'Cuz if they don't in about an hour or so, they'll end up like a pincushion just like Carne. What was it called again...? Oh, I don't wanna know! At least being temporarily Stand-less has it's perks. I do NOT wanna clean up the Notorious goo mess.

"VoUlEz-VoUs CoUcHeR aVeC mOi," That's a French phrase. We got told that because we gave up quickly. Only France gives up easily. Do you think the boys know what that means? Hell no. Illuso is the LAST to know. "The hell's that supposed to mean...?!"

"Will you sleep with me," I remarked, annoyed.

"The fuck?! No!" He exclaimed, horridly.

"No, not like that. The phrase means 'will you sleep with me'," Why would I want to do you? Don't get any ideas. "Melone, don't even try,"

"Alright alright..."

Pass through the hallway, then take the door on the left. I guess the search would go on the next day. Now I told you this before, that two of us are missing from each group; the lovebird duo on our side, and the medic and his human pet on the other side. One of them may be dead, while the other is perhaps looking. I wonder where the place is being powered from.

And then.

It happened.

*fwush!* The power blew out. Uh, does my GBA need charging? Guess not.

"...Dammit," Whenever the power in the building goes out, Melone is almost always is the first to go. Do you seriously use that computer while you're walking? You do, don't you ya freak. "Okay, okay, now where's the fuse box?" Planning to turn it on again, I suppose? I guess I could tag along. The other two would follow with.

"On the other end of the hall with Izza's room," Wonder how'd Illuso find that out, poking around in the incinerator I guess? "Hey Paulla, do you have a flashlight?" someone asked sheepishly. It was Doppio. Of course it was.

Without saying anything, I turned on the little backlight in my GBA. That should suffice. Or maybe not, who knows. But with this, we took a detour to the boiler room. Who even flipped off the switch, anyhow? It can't be because someone's planning a murder... yet.

Let's see. Monopad ping the door, then file inside. Find where the box is... unless you get hit with something squirming at the legs.

This caused a bit of a ruckus among us 4, because we couldn't see what was there, and it was too dark to stray even WITH the GBA light. The fuse-box SHOULD be somewhere... right?

"Aceto, let go of me," I complained to the little guy, who currently had his arms and legs wrapped around my top half. He doesn't budge. Man, for a so-called "Ultimate Bodyguard", he sure is un-threatening now, isn't he? Look around, see what's there.

"...There it is!" Illuso was triumphant after all. It was wedged on-top of the incinerator chute itself. I would've thought it was on the other side of that and the boiler, but I guess not. And with a flick of Melone's wrist and switch, the lights turned back on. Chattering all the way in the dining room came all the way to here. Ah well, the stampede should awaken in... 30 minutes or less. So without further ado, let's turn off the GBA and go back to our rooms like intended. Until...

We saw it.

In broad daylight (not literally).

Gelato was bound up extremely tightly and gagged on the floor, but he's still alive. Blood stains all over the floor and walls, and whatever happened to him had his face absolutely stained with tears (still crying, I may add!). A piece of paper that read "PUNISHMENT" was taped to his forehead. Handwriting is unlike anything I've seen in the last 2 days. What the hell happened in here? Was he the one that kept bumping into our legs? Why didn't he try to make any noise indication that he WAS here? Ugh... it's getting really hot in here.

"The fuck?" "What the-?!" Half of us were more reactive than others.

"Why are you just sitting there, watching this?! GO HELP ME OUT HERE!!" Melone scolds me in a moment of wild uncharacteristic fear.

"I'd love to if he'd stop SQUIRMING!" I complained in the back. Melone can handle it on his own. ...Aren't I forgetting something?

"Hold on hold on," I think Illuso noticed it too. "If Gelato's over here, then what happened to Sorbet?" Motherfucker, you're right. Ugh. Those two NEVER leave each other's presence for too long, if I didn't know any better, I'd think they were just having sex in their room.

"We'll look for the other one later. Now come on! Help me get this off of him!" Yeah, that gag is done on WAY too tight. One wrong move earlier, and he'd already be dead through suffocation. "Aceto, go get Nero-chan," Stained blood has better iron generations in it, right? Oh wait, he doesn't have Metallica on hand. But I think that wouldn't matter, he's always got something sharp on hand. "You got it, Paulla!" At least he's eager. "Let me see what's up here..."

Whatever happened to him, he's rendered to a shell of fear and nerves, a far cry to his usual self. You know, I'd expect this to be slightly more from the other one, not him. I took off the taped note, revealing a moderate gnash on his forehead, most likely from hitting one of us, or the wall. I wonder who should go look for Sorbet, with us handling the other one. Does he even know that he's here? I don't think so. Why is he not looking for him? Can he look for him? Is he still alive, even?

"Okay, howzabout we go look for the other one, y'all? Does that sound good?" I don't know how to comfort people. Much less people in this position. Still, as I picked him up, at least his cries were softened a bit. Listen, just WHAT do you want me to do?

"Uh... you guys?" Hearing Doppio's sheepish voice again can't be good. From afar is even worse.

"Aceto..." We all (surprisingly) began. The other two had corrected themselves, since only I call him that. "Uh, Vinegar..."

"What happened to Nero?" Not even I could've torn off his gag.

"No, not that, just..." He looked back to where the others were, as if he was remembering that something came up. "Come over here really quickly! You guys have to see this!" He shouted, then ran back to the others.

We all gave each other a glance, feeling dread settle upon us. Maybe they found the other three... I sighed, then we all went over to where he told us to go. The gym gates open to reveal...

Sorbet's spliced up corpse.

The Ultimate Opera Singer has been killed.

Sectioned into 39 pieces, and dipped in formaldehyde for preservation, his face is permanently twisted into a gape of pure agony and despair. I would've showed this to little Gelato, but he's already unconscious, as I had checked. Or is he? Eh.

*ding ding dong dang* What the?! The loudspeaker came on... Don't tell me it's-

"A body has been discovered!! Now then, after a certain amount of time has passed, the class trial will begin!" *Fwush* An announcement came on from the big screen in the gym room. It was that jackass bear. How come he didn't announce it before, when the group had most likely found it? Probably just to rub it in our faces...

We all faced the artistic corpse again, all in various faces of either horror, disgust, or fear. Even those among La Unita aren't hiding their shock. Well, most of us, at any rate. I, who can't feel anything at this time, and the now found duo for the special unit, Dolcio and Secco. I'd expect that those two aren't very worried either. As a surgeon, you'd have to expect the worst in damages. And I'm assuming that human pets simply don't GAF. Of course, one COULD use it for... discerning evidence.

Illuso is the first to leave, quickly dashing towards the nearest trash can to gag in. Doppio and Pesci refuse to look at this, clearly too terrified at this to continue looking. It's strange. I can sense everyone's despair, but none of us have our Stands, and that was a plus from Smooth Criminal, so what gives? None of us say anything the whole time, I just fake being horrified to suit the others. Hardened assassins, running about like children stumbling upon 2 month old leftovers in or out of the fridge. Look at us... who'd have ever thought? At least Nero is out of the bathroom now, so we can get Gelato un-bound-and-gagged with. Oh! I see a lighter on the stage! That makes this even better! And since he's unconscious... that makes it easier for us to do so without interruptions. Just gotta make sure the smoke doesn't hit him. Once he's freed, we can squeeze an answer out of him.

We had to go to sleep soon enough, so Nero and the others grabbed up the pieces of Sorbet, and moved it to the stage. Investigate later, that sounds better. When the guys went to leave once they were finished, I went to grab the lighter over there. Make sure to tilt his head back so he doesn't inhale the smoke. Doppio is the only one to linger. I motion for him to go help me out here, so he held up the body carefully on top of the stage so I wouldn't have to bend down.

*click!* Steady now... Don't move much. Watch the flame. I'm so glad Gelato doesn't have messy hair! Halfway done. Hmm...

"Aceto,"

"Yeah, Paulla?"

"Do you know what's going on here? Does the boss, like... know that we're stuck here?" On the hitmen's end, we were just chatting in the hideout, but when I went to go get a drink, the others fell unconscious. I soon joined their fate once I got back to the other guys. We all woke up in here alongside the unit.

"I've tried calling him, no go. I wonder what happened to him?" Worried about him? Well, I guess that is rather like you...

"What I want is for this to wrap up quickly. Destroy the bear thing, or wait until someone tries to get us," ! He's waking up! Almost done, you hear? The weight radiating from him in the boiler room is coming back!

"GUYS! HE'S AWAKE!! GELATO'S ALIVE!" I tried to call out for the guys. "NERO?! TIANZO?! HELLOOOOOO!!" Tianzo? Tiziano? Whatever. He's the only one not named Aceto that I talk to in the unit. Doppio himself went to go fetch the guys for the discovery. I had to go carry him again carefully so the others could see. But what happened next is a different story.

What did he see then? You'll figure it out. What we saw then, however, were fireworks.

A screech hits the room, loud, discordant, despairing. A violent and horrified yell, at the sight of something that caught his eye in the stage. The stage where we kept his husband, or rather, the corpse of his husband.

"AREEEEEEEEAIIIIIIIIHHHHHH!!!"

Oh, this is gonna be a long, long day. And now my head hurts...

#here we have an ultimate illusionist (illuso). ultimate programmer (melone). ultimate duelist (paulla izza/billie jean ojiro). and-#ultimate bodyguard (doppio)#also his first name is actually aceto. but because no one actually respects him they call him vinegar as well #danganronpa crossover #tw death #< assuming whomever needs it is actually in this room #these ARE the death fandoms after all-#gelato himself is the ultimate info broker #you'll figure out sorbet's talent in time. mwehehe...#The Scene is something I can't wipe from my mind #it is everything to me #with that being said #wouldn't it be fucking sick if it slowly panned up to sorbet's corpse slowly like discovering a body?!#and that unholy tune that always plays during the body discoveries reaches a zenith upon getting up to his face. the laughter reverberating #-from all around #oh.#and cioccolata's the ultimate surgeon. secco's the ultimate adventurer #jjba au #I just yoinked his screech from what I letter-ized Marx soul's screech #I'm sorry gelato #actually I'm not #vento aureo #paulla izza/billie jean ojiro #illuso #melone #aceto doppio #vinegar doppio #gelato #wisp rambles #wisp writes

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ameishmash · 6 years ago

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#tsuki ga kirei #fanart #shoujo #mizuno akane #azumi koutarou #sketch #i need to practice a loooot #anyhow i love these two lovebirds #they're my precious babies #mine

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dmwrites · 2 years ago

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There were good and bad days in this world they called Double Life Land. Some days were full of violence and bloodshed and yelling. But most days were quiet, as soulmates nursed their wounds or built their houses or plotted or just took a day off. Those were the good days. This was one of them.

“No, no, I’m telling you, it’s so much simpler to do ten repeaters attached to the back of the chests.”

“Bdubs.” Impulse took the pillow from over his eyes to look at his soulmate lying next to him. “I adore you, I really do, but if you keep trying to tell me that that is a better way of making a storage system, I will kill us both.”

“Aww, you love me too much to do that.” Bdubs chuckled. Impulse smacked him with the pillow.

It was a good day to spend far too long in bed, which they did. The sun was shining under the cracks in the door, all warm and buttery looking. Bdubs sketched out a vague blueprint for the back of their house, and then drew a portrait of Impulse when he got bored of that. Impulse read out loud to him, a book called “The Adventures of the Soup Squad”, which was his favorite fictional book series.

After a long while, Bdubs got up. “Think I’m gonna go to the coco bar. You wanna come with?”

“Nah. I think I better get to sharpening our swords.” Impulse replied, getting out of bed too. “Have fun. Don’t die. You know the drill.”

Bdubs put on his clothes- he and Impulse had tried to fix his raggedy shirt, but neither one of them knew how to sew, so it ended up looking like a patchwork quilt that had a run-in with a shredder (Bdubs adored it)- and kissed Impulse on the cheek before heading out to the coco bar.

Ah, the coco bar. Imagine a common watering hole in a town full of hostile beings. That was this place. It served a number of drinks, mainly hot coco, as it was easy to make with the jungle and it’s coco beans nearby. It was kind of interesting, honestly, to sit down next to the person who almost killed you yesterday and order a beer for the both of you. It was a slapped-together establishment, made of mismatched planks of wood and barstools carved from hand whenever anyone felt down to carve something. An absolute delight of a place; Bdubs loved it.

It was only Grian inside at this hour, making himself some tea.

“Hey Gri.” Bdubs grinned and sat down on one of the stools. “You got any tea to spare?”

“You two lovebirds have a lie-in today?” Grian asked, sliding him a chipped mug half-filled with tea and raising his eyebrows. “Didn’t see you out and about. Scar was going on and on about what you two might be getting up to.”

“Yeah we were straight chillin’.” Bdubs answered. “Good day for it. How’s good ol’ Scarry boy anyhow? Are you living the dream?”

“Oh my god, I can’t even begin to explain what being tied to Scar- and this time I mean it on a soul level- is like!” Grian rolled his eyes.

“Oooo, do tell, do tell!” Bdubs patted the barstool next to him.

Grian must have really needed to vent, because he slumped onto the chair and started talking. “Oh my god. Bdubs, I- it’s been so much. I never knew how much damage that man takes on a day to day- no, a minute to minute basis. We have gotten down to half a heart at least four times in the past few days. And the cats! Oh my god the cats! I have seen that man fixate on builds for a week straight, but this is nothing compared to those damn cats. He’s not at home half the time because he’s in the ‘cat corner’ as he calls it, playing with them. He’d sleep in there if I’d let him. He doesn’t even care that we’re soulmates! He keeps telling me he doesn’t need no Grian and wanders off to study everyone else’s builds. Not to mention!” At this point, Grian had his forehead on the bar, and Bdubs was patting him on the back. “He will piss anyone off. Anyone! He can’t seem to keep his mouth shut, much less stop from meddling in everything we see.”

“Sounds like you.” Bdubs said. He had a huge grin on his face, which Grian, still face-down, couldn’t see.

“It does, and now I get why everyone was so willing to smack the pesky bird down from the sky with a baseball bat.”

Bdubs sighed in pure and unbridled satisfaction. “Well, sounds like you got what you deserved. Karma might take its sweet time, but it got there in the end. That’s what you get for last season! Ha!” Bdubs stood up and walked out of the bar. “Oh, and Gri?” Grian turned around in his seat, looking furiously at Bdubs. “Thanks for the tea.” He winked and walked off.

He went back to his and Impulse’s house. Impulse was outside, gardening.

“Welcome back! I missed you, and I’m so glad to see you didn’t take any damage! I’m so proud!” Impulse opened his arms and Bdubs came in for the hug.

“Oh I just got talking to Grian at the coco bar. He was going on and on about Scar and his Scar-isms, you know how they are.” Bdubs said, head on Impulse’s shoulder.

“Divorced and married and divorced and married. Annoying. Oh yeah, I know them well. Nothing like us though. We’re kind of flawless human beans.” Impulse chuckled at his own joke.

“Oh yes indeed. Everyone is totally jealous of us, I can just tell.” Bdubs pulled back and headed inside the house. Impulse followed, and they spent the rest of the evening chatting (arguing) about redstone and making their wheat into bread.

It was a good day.

#June 20 2022 #fic #double life smp #double life #impulsesv #bdubs #long post #trafficshipping #dlsmp

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revenantghost · 3 years ago

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People are posting their to-watch lists for this-coming anime season, so I’ll share my WAY too overly ambitious list! I, uh. Have eclectic interests? Anyhow, descriptions and thoughts under the cut in case anyone’s curious about any:

Black★★Rock Shooter: Dawn Fall

(There’s NOTHING on this one other than some forum posts, so you know I can’t resist poking at it as someone whose curiosity has killed them many times)

Dance Dance Danseur

Junpei is happily snoozing away during his sister's ballet recital when a male ballet dancer steps onto the stage. Moved by the strength and skills the dancer displays, the boy discovers his love for this art. But after a certain tragedy happens, he vows to leave his past behind and turn into the epitome of manliness! What will he do when his love for ballet reignites?!

(Not my typical cup of tea, sports anime are nice but my brain is dumb, yet the YoI vibes tempt me)

Deaimon

Nagomu Irino returns to his Kyoto home for the first time in ten years when his father is hospitalized. Nagomu is eager to take over Ryokushou, the family's Japanese sweet shop, but he's instead asked to be a father figure to Itsuka Yukihira, the girl everyone calls the successor.

(My ADHD normally kills slice of life for me, but the emotional elements plus cooking (I’m a chef, I love food ok), I gotta try it)

Estab-Life: Great Escape

The distant future. After reaching its peak, Earth's population fell into decline. AI was developed to help preserve the species and manage the ecosystem; a grand experiment in human diversity. Through genetic engineering, a diverse array of peoples, including beastfolk, magical beings, and more, was created to live in a diverse city separated into walled "clusters". Each cluster developed a unique culture, befitting of the people that lived there. Their lives, and the system, is continually maintained by the AI to ensure survival.

(APPARENTLY THIS IS AIRING ALREADY? WHOOPS? It looks like gacha-bait, BUT THE PREMISE SOUNDS NEAT)

Koi wa Sekai Seifuku no Ato de

In the eyes of the public, Fudou Aikawa and Desumi Magahara are sworn enemies who have nothing in common. Fudou, also known as "Red Gelato," is the leader of the hero squadron "Gelato 5," whose mission is to bring about world peace. On the other hand, Desumi is the minion leader of "Gecko," a villainous organization seeking world domination. However, despite these differences, their relationship is not quite what it seems. When they are not making a show of being at each other's throats, Desumi and Fudou continue to pursue a forbidden love. Going on dates, baking sweets for one another, and meeting up as often as they can despite their hectic schedules, the two inexperienced lovebirds pave the way for their own unique relationship. Though their public lives are worlds apart, Fudou and Desumi will stop at nothing to make their seemingly impossible romance work.

(I normally don’t do comedy anime, but this is a favorite fanfic trope, I need to try it)

Mahoutsukai Reimeiki

The war that raged between the Church and the Witches for five centuries finally ended in peace but a few short years ago. However, nestled in the shadowy places of the world, the embers of that age old conflict still smolder. Attending the Royal Academy of Magic of the Kingdom of Wenias is a struggling student named Sable, who has no memories of his time before being enrolled. At the command of Headmaster Albus, he left the Kingdom to travel to the southern reaches of the continent, where anti-magic insurgents are still a force to be reckoned with, as part of a special training regimen. Accompanying him are a party of individuals strong in both ability and personality; there's the one known as the Witch of the Dawn, Roux Cristasse, who seeks the forbidden knowledge of primeval magic in the 'Grimoire of Zero,' the genius girl Holtz, as well as the school's sole beast, Kudd. Just what truth shall they uncover in their journey to the south...?

(Generic pretty fantasy with intrigue? SIGN ME THE HELL UP (for the first ep at least))

Shokei Shoujo no Virgin Road

The Lost Ones are wanderers who come here from a distant world known as "Japan." No one knows how or why they leave their homes. The only thing that is certain is that they bring disaster and calamity. The duty of exterminating them without remorse falls to Menou, a young Executioner. When she meets Akari, it seems like just another job...until she discovers it's impossible to kill this girl! And when Menou begins to search for a way to defeat this immortality, Akari is more than happy to tag along! So begins a journey that will change Menou forever...

(LESBIANS! LESBIANS! LESBIANS! Okay for real I only discovered there were yuri elements eventually after being intrigued by that premise, let’s goooo OH WAIT THIS ONE’S AIRING TOO HECK)

Spy x Family

For the agent known as "Twilight," no order is too tall if it is for the sake of peace. Operating as Westalis' master spy, Twilight works tirelessly to prevent extremists from sparking a war with neighboring country Ostania. For his latest mission, he must investigate Ostanian politician Donovan Desmond by infiltrating his son's school: the prestigious Eden Academy. Thus, the agent faces the most difficult task of his career: get married, have a child, and play family. Twilight, or "Loid Forger," quickly adopts the unassuming orphan Anya to play the role of a six-year-old daughter and prospective Eden Academy student. For a wife, he comes across Yor Briar, an absent-minded office worker who needs a pretend partner of her own to impress her friends. However, Loid is not the only one with a hidden nature. Yor moonlights as the lethal assassin "Thorn Princess." For her, marrying Loid creates the perfect cover. Meanwhile, Anya is not the ordinary girl she appears to be; she is an esper, the product of secret experiments that allow her to read minds. Although she uncovers their true identities, Anya is thrilled that her new parents are cool secret agents! She would never tell them, of course. That would ruin the fun. Under the guise of "The Forgers," the spy, the assassin, and the esper must act as a family while carrying out their own agendas. Although these liars and misfits are only playing parts, they soon find that family is about far more than blood relations

(It looks fun, and it’s been recced multiple times on my dash! Let me at it!)

Summertime Render

After his parents died, Shinpei Ajiro lived with the Kofune sisters, Mio and Ushio, but he has since moved to live on his own in Tokyo. But after Ushio drowns while trying to save the young Shiori Kobayakawa, he returns home to mourn her departure. However, bruises around Ushio's neck bring her cause of death into question. Taking a step back, Shinpei becomes convinced there must be another explanation. Dangerous entities roam among the islanders, and a vision of deceased Ushio asks him to "save Mio" as her final request. He is certain that something is afoot—and Ushio's death is only a piece of the puzzle. With the help of Mio and various others, Shinpei struggles to forge a future in which he, his friends, and family can stay alive. But the more he investigates, the more impossible such a future seems. This darkness infiltrates his home island. Just how much more suffering will he go through before finding the right path to save it all?

(THIS JUST SOUNDS FANTASTIC, SIGN ME UP)

Yuusha, Yamemasu

After saving the world, the strongest hero Leo became someone who is not wanted in the peaceful human world. He was too strong. Exiled, he seeks a job at the Demon King's Army, which he had defeated and needs to be rebuilt. The Army had many problems: too much work, financial troubles, etc. Leo starts to make things better using his power. Leo encounters Echidna again, and asks her why she invaded the human world. There was an unexpected story...!

(Sounds like it’ll either be fantastic or terrible. And I’m far too curious not to know which it is)

#Everyone else has similar themes and styles and genres they watch #And then there's me #Living at the whim of my psycho feral brain #Bah Bah Bah #Anime

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shortiedreams · 4 years ago

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Supermarket rendezvous

Pairing: Bakugo x Reader

Synopsis: You and Bakugo go shoplifting but it somehow becomes romantic.

Word count: 842

CW: None :)

With as much capacity your arms had to offer, you dig into the rack of candies, pouring them into the severely ‘unsuspicious’ empty backpack you brought in. Bakugo is in the savory aisle, also plucking out random bags of chips from the immense stock.

He meets you at a designated spot near the counter in which the both of you had previously agreed to coincidentally bump into each other. You see the boy sporting his inane sunglasses and he leans ever so shadily at the quarter. You can’t help but chuckle to yourself as you walk up to your partner in crime.

When you slink up to him in hasty steps, he pulls down his sunglasses a bit to lower his eyes down on you friskily. You attempt to hit him on the arms but he dodges it swiftly and snickers.

“Ready?” you question, rolling your eyes at your failed attempt.

“Oh when was I ever not.” he sneers, “Are you ready though?”

His mock in return aggravates you even more and you feel like punching him to death on the spot for satisfactory gains. However this was Bakugo Katsuki you were speaking of, and this is merely his usual mannerisms.

“Ready.” you reply, deadpan.

“Then here we go!”

Tugging you past the line of customers, you practically bump into everyone in the way because unlike Bakugo, your miniature physique simply could not muster up ample force to shove people aside. The audible grumbles increase in volume each time you collide into another customer, though it wasn’t like either of you cared enough to stop.

“Teens nowadays.” you hear a man criticise, and Bakugo uses this opportunity to shove even harder afterwards in order to annoy everyone.

Anyhow, the both of you make it past the exit and now the barcode scanners are alarming at your unpaid items. You give Bakugo one certain look before he grasps your hand and starts to sprint away from the grocery store at record speed now that the crowd is clear.

As you run off into the distance, you can hear the staff yelling behind you but with the speed that the both of you were pacing off at, couldn’t keep up.

He sticks up his glasses up his golden hairline to laugh in unison with you at the perfectly executed shoplift. You carry your snacks through an absent-mindedly zipped backpack and the bags of chips under his arm crunched against each other rewardingly, reminding you of your success. Bands of tangerine hues skims down his suave mien, some managing to seep into his eyes, ultimately reflecting an unequivocal beauty you couldn’t put into words. All you know was that they were the colours of euphoria between two crazy lovebirds.

“Come on! Keep up the pace,” he encourages, “You wouldn’t want the old hag to catch up to you, right?”

You scoff at his brazen remark at you, which genuinely seems to strive you to run at your limits. You know that the staff was already at a safe distance away so you really don’t have any other means to sprint this quickly other than to impress Bakugo.

At this point you were panting nonstop and your hands were numbing from his tight markedly grasp.

Despite your efforts, Bakugo still deems you as ‘weak with bad stamina’ and starts piggybacking you midway through the carpark. You weren’t complaining a bit as the sight of Bakugo mingling in the sunset as the comfortable breeze dashes through your hair was an idyllic combination you never realised you needed.

You aren’t sure how the man before you had the ability to sprint back to the UA dorms at such a consistent pace, but you do notice how your heart skips a bit each time he does this. What can you say when you’re in love with the prime athlete on campus.

The thoughts of what to say and how to confront him later made the mood increasingly awkward, after all this was the most contact you’ve made since the both of you officially became a thing. You are sure he is thinking the same as he grows abnormally quiet.

“You are so heavy you know.” he says meekly, the insult losing all its initial power he garnered in his head.

“Shut up.” Your response barely holding any more assertion than his

As you arrive at the gates of Heights Alliance, you bid him a bashful adieu. He says nothing and only nods back at you with his hands fiddling in his pockets. The both of you leave each other, blushing and blaming it on the sun.

The following week continues to remain awkward but you eventually reunite again, blatantly missing each other’s corny jokes and presence. As egotistical Bakugo may come across, he couldn’t live without your company. This was something he’d rather die than having to admit but it was an unspoken truth that you by some means acknowledged.

You smile to yourself subconsciously during class and Bakugo flicks your forehead to bring your giddy self back to earth.

“Hey! I was-”

“Daydreaming of me? Yeah, I know.”

#bakugou fluff #bakugou x you #mha bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #fluff #mha #bakugou x y/n #katsuki bakugo x reader

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takoyakitenchou · 4 years ago

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You and I, a takumegu story

joy is meant to be fleeting. and yet.

Morning

“Takumi-kun,” Megumi yawned as she approached him bearing onigiri and a stainless steel HydroFlask filled to the brim with piping hot jujube tea.

The Italian greeted her with a steaming mug of coffee from his espresso machine in his kitchenette. “I wish I could say good morning, but I’m rather averse to the notion at this point.”

Megumi laughed. It was nearing 5 AM in Tokyo, and they’d been in Takumi’s office at Legislation with a veritable cityscape of the first and second seats’ paperwork organized by importance for the last ten hours. It was tragic that they had agreed to finish all their work a night early so they could enjoy each other’s presence, but this quality time had been relegated to the stupid office.

“Shall we continue?” Megumi asked, her words lacking any and all traces of conviction.

Takumi heaved a sigh. “I’ve signed so many documents today I can’t tell if I’m writing in Japanese or Italian.”

“To be honest, I’ve probably not even been signing my own name,” she mused. Then she blanched. “O-oh no! W-what if I sent t-the—”

“Relax, Tadokoro-san,” Takumi said, sensing an impending panic attack. “I’m sure Arato-san reviewed the documents before we sent them to New York.”

“I was the one reviewing them!”

Takumi put his hand over hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze. His eyes widened slightly as he realized what he was doing, but he brushed the feeling aside. “It’ll be alright, Tadokoro-san. It won’t matter too much.”

It looked for a second as if she were about to implode, but then she sighed, “I don’t have enough energy to hyperventilate.”

“I understood that on so many different levels.” Takumi took one of the onigiri and felt rejuvenated with the first bite, reveling in the warmth of the honey dressed pork. “This is a masterpiece,” he told her. “I feel better than I’ve been the rest of the month collectively.”

She smiled, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. “I’m glad you think so.”

Takumi’s eyebrows drew together. “Tadokoro-san, now that we’re both functional, do you want to visit the noodle festival in Dotonbori?”

She dropped her onigiri. “T-that’s in Osaka, Takumi-kun.”

“Well, Nakiri Alice told me we’re free to take the jet whenever we want as long as it’s not in use.” Takumi lifted his hand. Dangling from his fingers was a lanyard with a small gold key. “Shall we?”

“It’s five in the morning…” But they both knew she was already more than convinced.

When they landed in Osaka, the festival was already underway.

The sun was slipping past the horizon by the time they realized they’d been gone the entire day and probably caused pandemonium at Legislation — tragic, how they were the sole pillar keeping the Elite Ten from falling to pieces — but neither seemed to mind.

They were sitting on a bench, watching the passersby, content with all the noodles they’d consumed.

Takumi furrowed his brows. “Tadokoro-san?”

“Yes, Takumi-kun.”

“How would you feel if we called this a date?”

Megumi’s eyes widened. “E-ehh?”

Takumi’s face turned red as he attempted to contrive a respectable excuse, but his panic was cut short when Megumi took hold of his hand with an uncharacteristically calm air.

“I would love that, Takumi-kun,” she smiled, and with one look, Takumi figured that not even the urban atmosphere around them could compare to the cosmopolitan vibrancy in her gold eyes.

Sunset

There has always been some vague concept of balance. Everything comes with a counterpart; there is no exception to this, and there never will be. It is a universal truth, as constant as the laws of motion, as flexible as time. Balance is often unseen, and yet it is there. Joy is countered with anguish, laughter with tears; neither can exist without the other.

And yet, every time Takumi Aldini’s electric blue eyes fell upon that sweet cinnamon roll of a girl — one hell of a chef when she was provoked, though — he realized that no law was absolute, because he had never experienced anything but exhilaration when he was with her.

Love was fleeting; that was another supposed aphorism he’d learned from the wise.

But loving Tadokoro Megumi was something he could do once, twice, twice eternity.

“It says in Nakiri-san’s memo that we’re supposed to be providing a lunch service for the jury of the Bocuse d’Or,” Megumi frowned, reading the post-it note stuck on the inside cover of the manila folder Alice had provided for this particular task.

Takumi finished off his espresso. They were watching the sunset in Vienna, drinking Melange and sharing a slice of Sachertorte with the sun descending beyond the Wiener Musikverein in the gentle Saturday backdrop. “For a second there I was going to ask you which Nakiri you’re talking about. Isn’t the Bocuse d’Or in France?”

“Lyon,” Megumi confirmed. “I’m betting Nakiri-san sent us here on purpose. Bocuse d’Or won’t even happen this year. Ah, look. She left us a note on the back of the post-it.” Megumi cleared her throat before reading, “Happy one year, lovebirds. You have twelve hours before Erina goes berserk and calls NATO to send troops to find you guys, so enjoy them. Call me when you want the jet to come pick you up from VIE.”

“Well, Tadokoro-san, I guess we can relax for the rest of the task period. Happy one year, by the way.”

Megumi gave him a bright smile and replied, “Happy one year, Takumi-kun.”

The sky was soft, an endless canvas streaked with muted shades of orange and pink, everything blending into a gorgeous view highlighted by the spectacular architecture — and yet Takumi couldn’t seem to register anything other than the remarkable girl blushing nervously across from him.

To think it had been a whole year. It was too good to be true. This was the type of love most men searched for their entire lives without once catching a glimpse of; this was the type of love in fantasy, romance novels — everything an illusion. And yet this was real, as real as the warmth of her heart beating against his when she pressed her nose to his neck.

Takumi knew even he, with all his virtues, didn’t deserve her. But maybe she’d be willing to take him along for the ride; wherever Tadokoro Megumi went, he would follow.

It was just then that Takumi’s phone rang, snapping both out of their shared reverie.

The Italian sighed as he read the caller ID: Nakiri Erina.

“Do I pick this up?” he mused aloud, but he already had his answer.

“Y-you have to, Takumi-kun! She’s the first seat!”

“What do you say we don’t go back to school?” Takumi said, turning his phone on silent and flipping it face down.

Megumi gave him a horrified look. “You just ghosted Nakiri Erina!”

“I mean, she’s probably too busy dealing with Yukihira’s chaos to care, right?”

“Chaos is a severe understatement,” Megumi admitted. “B-but what if she kicks us off the council?”

Takumi grinned. “It’ll be alright, Tadokoro-san. We have a whole week to ourselves.”

With a sigh, Megumi relented. “So… we’re in Vienna.”

“Right.”

“There’s this restaurant I really want to try… but there’s another place down the street that Ryo-kun said had really good rainbow trout. And while we’re in Europe… have you been to Budapest?”

Takumi clapped his hands together. “Say less. We’re taking a sabbatical for the rest of the month.”

Megumi gave a nervous chuckle. “For research purposes, right? Otherwise Nakiri-san is going to kick us over the Pacific Ocean when we get back.”

At this, Takumi burst out laughing. He managed to choke out, “You are truly one in a million, Tadokoro-san.”

And he meant it.

Dawn

To say Takumi Aldini was known for his elegant calisthenics would be a stretch, but when that chaotically graceful blessing was around him, swinging up onto the rooftop of the trattoria with a picnic basket perched precariously on his fingertips was most definitely not a problem.

Megumi was waiting for him with a fleece blanket around her shoulders and a gentle smile that warmed her gold eyes brighter than the Italian sunrise. “Hi, honey,” she said sweetly, as if she hadn’t prodded him awake ten minutes ago and told him to bring breakfast up to the roof in five. He’d never be able to catch up to her hopping hare speed, but he figured he’d gotten the basics of Tadokoro Time down. To be early was to be on time and to be on time was to be late. Considering he was five minutes past the downbeat, his girlfriend had probably been waiting for him since before the dinosaurs.

“Good morning, amore,” he replied as he sat beside her and opened the basket. Takumi produced a loaf of brioche and began cutting with expert precision, trying to keep his pulse steady as he felt her eyes on him. The small velvet box in his pocket was doing nothing to help this endeavor.

Megumi regarded the two identical 1.8-centimeter slices in awe before thanking him and lifting the first bite to her lips.

“This is delicious,” she said once the tranquil hum of the autumn pond had faded to the back of her mind. “The rosemary completes the ensemble really well.” He was truly amazing; they’d been cooking love confessions for each other for the last seven years and he could still make her heart skip beats. His love was unconditional, more pastel than anything.

“Grazie, amore,” he said. “It means the world coming from you.”

“I’m only telling you the truth,” she blushed. “If I have to, I’ll say it every day to make sure you know that.”

It was now or never.

“Listen, Megumi. There’s something you need to know.”

She gazed up at him curiously over her brioche.

Takumi took a deep breath. To hell with the speech he’d parsed out in his head last night — that kind of thing never worked anyhow.

Loving Tadokoro Megumi was about elements and worlds that weren’t in their dimension or maybe even in their universe; it was something beyond time and space that his mind couldn’t process, much less put into words, but maybe this dawn would help transmit this, somehow.

But it was highly probable that Takumi had been ready for this simple statement since the moment he first laid eyes on her. A night’s worth of drafting could not possibly hope to serve justice to everything he needed to say. It was the pinnacle of all his emotions that would do more than enough, right here, right now.

“If I said I knew exactly when I fell in love with you, I’d be lying, but if anyone asks I’ll tell them I love you now, and that is all that matters. Tadokoro Megumi, you are the most insanely talented, beautiful girl I have ever known, and I am the luckiest man in the world to stand by your side, so thank you for that. I know I’m far from perfect; I have my flaws, and you have yours, but you need to know that every little part of you is absolutely everything to me, and nothing in this universe could ever change that. With your hand in mine we will turn this wasteland into paradise. You and I, no… us. I promise that I will always be with you. Forever is finite. But my love for you is beyond that.”

At this point, Megumi closely resembled something similar to a red train — Takumi swore he could see the smoke venting from her ears — but he’d waded too far in to step back out.

“I have one question for you.” Takumi got down on one knee, reached into his pocket, and pulled out the Verragio box. The ring was elegant to the point where it possessed an ethereal quality. Diamonds seamlessly fused with rose gold on a platinum band; it was definitely flashier than anything either had ever dreamt of before, much less purchased, and yet it was heartfelt and deliberate. And, perhaps most importantly, it spoke volumes — more words and confessions captured within the metal than Takumi could ever express.

It was a promise of the unbridled love he had for her, the promise of a sterling future he wanted to build with her.

“It is a privilege and an honor to love you. Will you make me not only the luckiest, but also the happiest man in the world and marry me?”

She nodded, doing her utmost to fight back the tears. And as dawn broke in the sky above them, the girl that brought onigiri to his office at five in the morning, the girl that laughed at him over hiyamugi and squeaked whenever he wrapped his arms around her, the beautiful girl that always made him wonder what he had done to deserve her, said two words, and that was enough.

“I will.”

soooo um hi @taku-megu i was your secret santa this year! writing a takumegu fic is something i haven’t done before, so i’m really glad i was given the opportunity to write for you. i hope you have a safe and wonderful holiday with your loved ones!

and of course, thanks to @shokugeki-secretsanta for organizing this event :)

- reina

#shokugeki no soma #shokugeki no soma secret santa #takumi aldini #tadokoro megumi #takumegu #merry frickin chriSTmaS

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lightns881 · 3 years ago

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HIII just wanna say I finished reading Aether's Legacy in one sitting and there's just so many things... so many

SPOILER WARNINGS DOWN BELOW

First of all, It's a miracle that I just stumbled upon that fic because it is one of the most amazing stories I have ever read. I love everything about it. The worldbuilding is amazing, although I was kinda confused with how many super power types there actually are so I had to re-read some parts to absord the information. I'll blame that on my lack of knowledge regarding superpowers. Anyhow, I enjoyed every single sentence and dialogue you have written in this fic. You managed to make me laugh with the witty banters and remarks around the characters but also tugged harshly on my heart during moments where george was struggling and desperately trying to gain control on his powers and more.

The progress between dream and george you showed throughout was incredible. One moment they are deep within each other souls, longing gazes and unspoken feelings of their desires for each other and the next moment, it's cold, it's burning hot with conflict and tension as both of them sits in their stubbornness, only wanting to keep the other out of harm.

The ending was bittersweet but I'm glad you handled it realistically. What they did was a big risk and has gotten people hurt, it wouldn't be right if they were let go without any consequences.

HOWEVER, I can't believe you had to do it right after the two lovebirds finally got together. Pain, utter pain of heartbreak and more longing desire. The ending does promises us a sequel which involves deeper with the SBIs, I love the dialogues between Tommy and Tubbo, made me laugh so much.

There are so many things left questioned, what will happen to George in the Elysium? Will he really able to control his powers? Will the power of true love prevails? Is there something going on with the development of superpowers as a whole? What will dream's role be in the team? Will we see more characters?

I hope my message wont make you feel burdened. Writing takes a lot of time, planning, and commitment and it is definitely not an easy task. You are such an amazing writer and I applause you for your beautiful stories. Please, take your time as you need, remember to take breaks and rest here and then and no need to force yourself if you feel too much pressure from external or internal forces.

I will definitely take my time to go for a second read on this fic and your other fics as well. I'm so happy to find you! And I will be looking forward to your future fics as well <3

AHHHHH this is one of the sweetest anons I've gotten!!!! Thank you so much!!! This is exactly the kind of reaction I was hoping for from the readers!!! There's so many questions to be answered and I promise they will be!

I've been working on the sequel for a while and I will make sure to take my time with it as I'm trying to deliver ultimate quality for everyone since it's all I can offer after all the support I've gained for this story! Thank you for the kind words I really appreciate them <3

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lilyvandersteen · 4 years ago

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Out of the Blue: Epilogue

Author’s Note:

Many of you asked for an epilogue, so here it finally is. Not as long or as detailed as I might have wanted and you might have expected, but words aren't coming easily to me these days. I hope this brings a smile to your face, and makes you forget the world we live in for a minute. Sending you all hugs XOXOXO Take care and stay safe!

Read at AO3 or FF.net

Epilogue

Blaine looked up from the sauce he was stirring when he heard the front door open and close. “How was your day, love?”

Kurt sighed, passing a hand over his eyes, and took his shoes and coat off sluggishly. He joined Blaine in the kitchen and hugged him from behind, kissing his neck. “Better now that I’m with you.”

“That bad, huh?”

Kurt’s head drooped onto Blaine’s shoulder. “The worst. If these two keep fighting like this over every detail, they’re going to split up before the wedding even takes place, and stiff me with all the bills.”

“You’ve already paid for stuff?”

Kurt nodded. “Deposits. For the venue. And the cake. And the caterer. And the florist. And the DJ. Ugh.”

Blaine hummed and stirred on until the sauce thickened, thinking hard. “Do you think it would be possible to use the deposits you made for another couple? That could solve the problem of them walking out on you.”

Kurt quirked his head to the side. “Well, in theory, yes, but who will I find that would be willing to marry just five weeks from now and will leave all the choices up to me?”

Blaine switched off the stove and smiled at Kurt, but before he could answer, the front door opened again.

“Hellooo lovebirds!” Cooper grinned. “I just knew I could count on one of you having made dinner. You don’t mind if I join you, do you? I’m starved!”

Blaine rolled his eyes at his brother, but took another plate from the cupboard and filled it, handing it to Cooper with cutlery.

Cooper dug in without even waiting for Kurt and Blaine to be served, and all was quiet until he finished his plate.

“Sooo what’s up with you, lovebirds? Haven’t heard much from either of you the past few weeks. Blaine’s working on the H&M deal, I know, but what’s new with you, Kurtsie?”

Kurt glared at Cooper. “Don’t call me that.”

“Ooh, I’m sensing a lot of stress. Blaine not taking care of you like he should?”

Kurt’s glare intensified. “It has nothing to do with Blaine, thank you very much. I’m stressing out over work stuff.”

“Anything I could help with?” Cooper offered.

That made Kurt thaw out slightly. “No, not really. Unless you’d be willing to marry five weeks from now?”

“Uhm, Kurt, I think you’re talking to the wrong brother. Blaine is over there.”

Cooper helpfully pointed to Blaine, who rolled his eyes again.

Kurt huffed. “I’m well aware… Oh!”

Kurt’s mouth fell open and he looked at Blaine. “Would you?”

Blaine smiled at Kurt. “I’d marry you anytime, anywhere, anyhow. I promise. I haven’t pushed you to start planning our wedding because I know how insanely busy you’ve been. But the truth is, I can’t wait to call you my husband. So if these two split up and leave you in the lurch, then yes, by all means use everything for our wedding. Absolutely.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that. You chose everything, so it’s sure to be fabulous.”

Kurt frowned. “Well, yes, it’s tasteful, but it’s not what I would have chosen for us.”

Blaine shrugged. “Let’s just get married and then we can plan a vow renewal ceremony exactly the way you envisioned it in a few years or so.”

Kurt’s brow smoothed out, and he laughed. “Mr. Problem Solver to the rescue! Thank you, sweetheart. I feel much better about this already. Only… What do we do about the invitations? If we wait until these two break up, it’s going to be short notice. If we send them out now and they don’t break up, we won’t be able to get married that day, ‘cause I’ll be overseeing their wedding.”

Just then, his phone rang. It was the bride-to-be, and her screeching was loud enough for Blaine and Cooper to hear her call her fiancé a couple of interesting swear words and call the wedding off. “I caught the bastard screwing my maid of honour behind my back! Cancel everything, you hear! And if there are bills to pay, send them to that good-for-nothing scumbag!”

There was silence for a moment after she’d rung off.

Then Cooper said chipperly, “Well, that solves the invitation problem! If I can help addressing invitations, just say the word!”

That cracked Blaine up, and before long, all three of them were laughing their heads off.

K&B

Five weeks later, Blaine held Kurt’s hands, looked deep into his eyes, and spoke from his heart as he promised to cherish Kurt forever. He choked up a little towards the end of his vows, but managed to get all the words out before he started crying.

Cooper handed him a handkerchief and whispered, “Here you go, cry-baby.”

Blaine let out a squeaky little laugh, dabbed at his eyes and turned his attention to Kurt, clasping hands with him again to listen to Kurt’s vows.

When they walked down the aisle towards their family and friends after the ceremony, Blaine couldn’t help sneaking glances at his wedding ring every few seconds and beaming. He felt the cold metal of Kurt’s rings against the palm of his hand, and his smile stretched even wider.

Burt Hummel was the first to hug the both of them, closely followed by Carole, and then Cooper clapped Kurt on the shoulder. “Welcome to the family, bro! Wait ‘till you find out what I’ve planned for your honeymoon, you’re going to LOVE it!”

Only inviting one family member to the wedding did not save Blaine from embarrassing stories. Cooper, fulfilling his duty as best man by speeching at dinner, dug up every anecdote he could think of that would make people laugh at his brother’s expense, and Blaine cringed the whole time.

Kurt loved it, though, giggling his head off, his eyes crinkling and all his teeth showing. That made Blaine smile, no matter how much he hated Cooper’s anecdotes.

The best part of the wedding, though, for Blaine, was all the guests telling them what a perfect couple they made. Every time that happened, Kurt beamed and pulled Blaine a bit closer still.

During their first dance, Kurt dipped Blaine to loud cheers, and then pulled him up again until their noses were touching. He whispered, “Happy, Mr. Hummel-Anderson?”

Blaine kissed him softly. “The happiest I’ve ever been.”

K&B

The honeymoon was everything Cooper had promised and more. They did a Jane Austen tour and a Harry Potter tour in the UK, they had a Willy Wonka themed high tea in London and visited Buckingham Palace and the Tower. On the European mainland, they went to Florence and Milan and Venice, they saw the Sagrada Familia in Barcelona and the royal palace in Lisbon.

And then, when they went to Paris, they saw a familiar face sauntering up to them while they were having tea at Angelina’s.

“Cooper!”

Cooper pretended to be very surprised. “Fancy seeing you here! I needed a bit of a break, so where better than the City of Love, if you catch my drift?”

He waggled his eyebrows, and Blaine shook his head, chuckling. “Oh please, like we’d believe that! You’re here because we’re going to Disneyland tomorrow. Admit it. You want to come along with us, don’t you?”

Cooper grinned. “Now how nice of you to invite me! Yes, I’d love to go to Disneyland with you guys!”

Kurt burst out laughing.

“I told you so, didn’t I?” Blaine sighed. “I’m surprised it took this long for Coop to show up.”

“Aww, Blainey, don’t be like that! I’ve been SO good. I gave you more than two weeks to yourselves!”

Blaine rolled his eyes. “And you couldn’t have left us in peace for one more week?”

Cooper took a chair from another table and straddled it, whining, “But I missed you guys!”

An impeccably dressed waiter came to take Cooper’s order, and didn’t so much as raise an eyebrow when Coop told him to bring, “A bit of everything. Savoury and sweet. I’m really hungry. Oh, and that amazing hot chocolate you have here. Please.”

As soon as the waiter had left, Cooper smiled widely at Kurt. “So how’s the honeymoon been so far? Did it live up to your expectations?”

“Now, really, that is….” Blaine spluttered, but Kurt put a hand on his arm.

“Relax, honey, I don’t think your brother’s asking about the sex we’ve been having. He’s asking about all the entertainment and hotels and food he’s arranged for us.”

Blaine deflated. “Oh…”

Kurt’s eyes flitted from Blaine’s sheepish face to Cooper’s horrified expression and started laughing again, so infectiously that they both joined in.

“To answer your question, Cooper,” Kurt said, stealing a fry from the platter that had just arrived for Cooper, “we’ve loved everything you’ve booked for us so far. That Bond in Motion exhibition was especially wonderful. I loved seeing all those James Bond cars – made me wish Dad was with me to geek out over them. I bought him the book, though.”

“And I loved taking the Hogwarts Express and visiting Alnwick Castle,” Blaine chimed in, taking one of Cooper’s leek and cheese tartlets.

“Hey, stop eating my stuff!” Cooper complained.

Blaine looked at the giant platter with mini quiches, croques, small servings of soup and salad, filled croissants and even truffle ravioli, dwarfing the table they were sitting at. Then he looked at the three-tier stand waiting on a table next to them holding every possible type of dessert. “Where will you put all that? If we don’t help you eat it, you’ll still be here next week.”

“True, that. Well, then, dug in!”

K&B

Much as Blaine complained about Cooper ruining their honeymoon, it WAS fun going to Disneyland with his brother.

“Just like old times, isn’t it, squirt?” Cooper grinned while racing Blaine and Kurt to Peter Plan’s Flight, his Mickey Mouse ears wobbling like mad.

By noon, they’d hit pretty much all of the Fantasyland and Tomorrowland attractions, and now Kurt and Blaine sat on a bench eating a sandwich and giggling at Cooper, who was now flirting with the actress impersonating the Disney character of Aurora. Sleeping Beauty and Cooper ended up singing “Once Upon a Dream” together, and children crowded around them eagerly, clamouring for pictures with both of them.

Cooper happily obliged, and joined Kurt and Blaine with a skip in his step.

“I got her phone number!” he whispered. “And she encouraged me to apply for a job here as a Disney prince!”

Kurt laughed. “Of course she did. You are every inch a Disney prince. Must be something in the Anderson genes, ‘cause Blaine is just as much of a prince, aren’t you, sweetie?”

Blaine beamed and kissed Kurt, murmuring softly in Kurt’s ear that he was a prince to him too.

“Okay, okay, stop with the mushiness, please,” Cooper said. “We’re here to have FUN!”

They took turns trying to get the Excalibur sword out of the stone, making quite a performance of it again, to the delight of the children present, and then went and bought fake swords in one of the souvenir shops so that they could have a sword fight.

In no time, Kurt had disarmed both Blaine and Cooper.

“Years of combat training,” he shrugged when they complimented him, but a small smile playing on his lips belied his nonchalance.

The day ended with a spectacular fireworks display, which made Cooper whoop so loudly he startled some nearby ducks.

Blaine shook his head at his brother. “You’d think he was the younger one, not me.”

“Aww, I think it’s sweet he’s still so enthusiastic about anything and everything,” Kurt said. “That’s what I like most about Cooper. He’s rich as Croesus and could be on a yacht in Monte Carlo right now, waited on hand and foot and snobbish like anything. But that’s not his style, and I’m glad it’s not. He takes delight in the smallest things in life, and in doing so, he makes everyone around him happier.”

“True.”

Blaine nestled his head against Kurt’s shoulder with a soft sigh of contentment and focused on the fireworks again. He’d take a leaf out of his brother’s book and enjoy this perfect moment.

And with Kurt, a perfect life.

THE END

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